Chapter 305 The Weight of Exile
Amelia’s POV
I tried to wield my status like a shield.
Liam didn’t even blink. “If Wave Pack’s Alpha wishes, he can speak with Leslie directly.”
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He flicked his hand. Security closed in, their faces impassive. “Please escort Miss Amelia out.”
“Yes,” they replied, their tone t, as if I were a stranger.
My cheeks burned, the humiliation sharper than a p.
Le snarled. <i>You </i><i>don’t </i>even deserve to stand before her.
The truth struck cold. Leslie was Rogue Pack’s princess. I was only Wave Pack’s bastard daughter. We had never been equals.
My legs weakened, rooted to the spot until the guards urged, “Please.”
Stumbling, I left the building. Outside, I sank onto the steps. Sunlight zed down, but from the soles of my feet to the marrow of my bones, I was frozen.
Leslie hadn’t even needed to hear my excuse. She hadn’t wasted a breath on me.
Cold sweat dampened my back. My body trembled with useless weakness.
I raised my head. Rogue Pack’s tower loomed above me like a merciless beast. I didn’t even have the right to enter.
Dusk painted the sky red. Still, I couldn’t leave. I told myself I’d wait–for Leslie, for onest chance to exin.
I ran through endless scenarios. Would she curse me? Humiliate me?
I had believed clinging to Kirby gave me weight. Now I was nothing at all.
And then she emerged. Leslie, regal in ck, ringed by guards and aides, each one reporting to her with reverence.
Her aura was untouchable. Sovereign.
Le growled. <i>The </i><i>distance </i><i>between </i><i>you </i><i>and </i><i>her </i><i>is </i><i>a </i><i>chasm</i>.
It struck me then–the difference. From bastard to Alpha’s daughter, I had wed upward, but
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In my bones, I was still petty, still selfish. Compared to Leslie’s sunlight, I was a creature from the gutter, writhing in shadows.
And suddenly, I couldn’t face her.
I couldn’t bear to watch herugh at me.
Perhaps… I could turn to someone else.
I froze, then turned on my heel, heading toward Crimson Moon Pack.
Mch’s POV
The headquarters of Crimson Moon Pack was an icebox. Outside, the city’s lights reflected coldly against the polished floor.
Kirby’s mood had been darker than winter. His work was swift, brutal, merciless. Even routine reports were given with trembling caution, for fear of sparking his wrath.
As the day closed, I knocked on his office door and stepped inside.
“Kirby, word just came through. Leslie had Apex dismiss an employee.”
I stopped, steadying my tone, gauging his
response.
He arched a brow, his gaze sharp, Alpha presence pressing down. “Who?”
“Amelia,” I answered inly.
Disgust flickered across his eyes. His voice was cial. “Serves her right.”
Leaning back, he tapped his fingers against the desk, dismissive, as if she weren’t worth the breath.
I nodded once, then added, “Luna Belle called. Amelia has nowhere to go. She’s asking to ce her with us.”
The air froze<i>. </i>Kirby’s expression darkened, storm clouds rolling in.
His stare cut into me, voice hard as iron. “Thispany has no ce for dead weight. Impossible.”
“Understood,” I replied quickly, bowing my head.
I turned to leave, but his voice struck again, colder still. “Her lodging–Belle arranged it.
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Reim it. Throw her out. I don’t want her in my sight again.”
A chill ran down my spine. “Yes, Alpha.”
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I didn’t linger. Closing the door, I hurried down the hall, already turning over how to carry out hismand.
Everyone had heard whispers ofst night. Amelia had touched his reverse scale. This time, she was finished.
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